he is the drollest little person in the world—the filipino of the southern isles. he imitates the sound of chickens in his language and the nasal “nga” of the carabao. he talks about his chickens and makes jokes about them. as he goes along the street, he sings, “ma-ayon buntag,” or “ma-ayon hapon,” to the friends he meets. this is his greeting in the morning and the afternoon; at night, “ma-ayon gabiti.” and instead of saying, “thank you,” he will sing, “deus mag bayud” (god will reward you), and the answer, also sung, will be “gehapon” (always)—just as though it were no use to look for a reward upon this world.
you wonder how it is that he can spend his life rooted to one spot, like a tree, passing the days in idleness. he is absorbed in his own thoughts. if you should ask him anything he [293]would not hear you; he is far away in his own dreamland. you must wake him up first, and then repeat your question several times. if you should have instructions for him, do not give them to him all at once. a single idea at a time is all that he can carry in his head. if he has not been broken in to a routine, he will chase butterflies upon the way, influenced ever by the passion of the moment. there is no yesterday or no to-morrow in his thoughts. what he shall find to eat to-morrow never concerns him. sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
many mistakes have been made in the hasty judgment of the filipino character. such axioms as “never trust a native under any circumstances;” “never expect to find a sense of gratitude;” “never believe a word a native says,” are only too well known in filipinia. the spanish influence has been responsible for most of the defects as well as for the merits of the native character. then, the peculiar fashion of the oriental mind forbids his reasoning according to the occidental standards. cause and effect are hazy terms to him, and the justification of the [294]means is not regarded seriously. his thefts are in a way consistent with his system of philosophy. you are so rich, and he so poor. the filipino is at heart a socialist. but he does not steal indiscriminately. if it is your money that he takes, it is because he needs it to put up on the next cock-fight. if he selects your watch, it is because he needs a watch, and nothing more. the filipino, when he transacts business, has two scales of prices,—one for the natives, and another for americans. he reasons that because americans are rich, they ought to pay a higher price for what they get than filipinos do. he would expect if he bought anything from you that you would make a special rate for him regardless of the value of the article in question. you would have to come down to accommodate his pocketbook.
the filipino code of ethics justifies a falsehood, especially if the end in view should be immediate. he lies to save himself from punishment, and he will make a cumulative lie, building it up from his imagination until even the artistic element is wanting, and his lie becomes a thing of contradictions and absurdities. when [295]questioned closely, or when cross-examined, his imagination gets beyond control, and it is possible that he believes, himself, the “fairy tales” he tells. fear easily upsets his calculations, and he runs amuck. but he will not betray himself, although he will deny a friend three times. he may be in an agony of fear, but only by the subtlest changes could it be detected.
the spaniards, when they left out gratitude from his curriculum, made up for the deficiency by inculcating strict ideals of discipline. the filipino never has had much to be grateful for, and he regards a friendly move suspiciously. but he admires a master, and will humbly yield to almost any kind of tyranny, especially from one of his own race. the poorer classes rather like to be imposed upon in the same way as the americans appreciate a humbug.
in their communities the presidente is supreme in power; and, like the king, this officer can do no wrong. he uses his position for his private ends. why not? what is the use of being presidente if it does not profit you? i have known some who secured monopolies [296]on the hemp-trade by fining all who did not sell their hemp to them. others appropriate the public funds for entertainment purposes, and when an inquiry is made regarding the condition of the treasury, the magistrate expresses the greatest surprise on finding that there is no money left. this officer, however, whatever his prerogatives may be, is not ambitious that his term of office be of any benefit. if he presides well at the cock-fights, it is all that is expected of him. if he goes to building bridges over rivers that the horses easily can wade across, the people will object to the unnecessary labor and expense. the presidente dominates the town. if he can bring about prosperity in an agreeable way, without recourse to sudden means, the people will appreciate him and support him, though they do not take much interest in the elections. if the civil government can only get good presidentes in the larger villages, the problem of administration will be solved.
malay traditions make the filipino proud, disdainful, and reserved—and also cruel. not only are the ardent sun and his inherent laziness [297]accountable for his antipathy to work. it is beneath his dignity to work, and that is why he takes delight in being a public servant or a clerk. the problem of living is reduced to simplest terms. one can not starve to death as long as the bananas and the cocoanuts hold out. the question as to whether last year’s overcoat or straw hat can be made to do, does not concern the filipino in the least. if he needs money irresistibly, he can spend one day at work up in the mountains, making enough to last him for some time. if he can spend his money so as to create a display, he takes delight in doing so. but paying debts is as uninteresting as it is unpopular. the outward signs of elegance are much respected by the filipino. the american, to live up to his part, must always be attended by a servant. sometimes, when we would forget this adjunct, we would stop at some tienda and propose to carry home a dozen eggs wrapped in a handkerchief. “what! have you no house-boy?” the natives asked. apparently extravagant, they practice many petty economies at home. a morsel of food or a bit of clothing never goes to waste [298]in filipinia. they imitate the chinaman in letting one of their finger-nails grow long.
the filipino is fastidious and dainty—in his own way. he will shudder at the uncouth tagalog who toasts locusts over a hot fire and eats them, and that evening will go home and eat a handful of damp guinimos, the littlest of fish. he takes an infinite amount of care of his white clothes, and swaggers about the streets immaculate; but just as soon as he gets home, the suit comes off and is reserved for future exhibition purposes. the women pay comparatively small attention to their personal adornment. their hair is combed straight back upon their heads. the style of dresses never undergoes a change. the ordinary dress consists of three important pieces—the chemise, a long, white, sleeveless garment; the camisa, or the pi?a bodice, with wide sleeves; and the skirt, caught up on one side, and preferably of red material. a yoke or scarf of pi?a folds around the neck, and is considered indispensable by se?oritas. the native ideas of modesty are more or less false, varying with the individual. [299]
it might be thought that, on account of his indifferent attitude toward life and death, the filipino has no feelings or emotions. he is a stoic and a fatalist by nature, but an emotionalist as well. while easily affected, the impressions are not deep, and are forgotten as they slip into the past. although controlled by passion, he will hold himself in, maintaining a proud reserve, especially in the presence of americans. a subtle change of color, a sullen brooding, or persistent silence, are his only outward signs of wrath. he will endure in patience what another race had long ago protested at; but when at last aroused and dominated by his passions, he will throw reserve and caution to the winds, and give way to his feelings like a child; and like a child, he feels offended if partiality is exercised against him. his sense of justice then asserts itself, and he resents not getting his share of anything. he even will insist on being punished if he thinks punishment is due him. while revengeful if imposed upon, and bitter under the autocracy of cruelty, he has a great respect for firmness. and the americans would do well to remember [300]that in governing the filipino, kindness should be mingled with strict discipline.
the filipino can not be depended upon for accurate, reliable information. his information is indefinite, as perhaps it should be in the land of by and by. in spite of his imaginative temperament, his cruelty to animals is flagrant. he starves his dog and rides his pony till the creature’s back is sore. he shows no mercy for the bird that loses at the cock-fight; he will mercilessly tear it limb from limb. in order to explain—not to excuse—this cruelty, we must again regard the filipino as a child—a child of the toad-stabbing age.
a little learning he takes seriously, and is puffed up by pride when he can follow with his horny finger the religious column in ang suga, spelling the long words out laboriously. even the boys and girls who study english, often do so only to be “smart.” it is a clever thing to spice one’s conversation with an english word or expression here and there.
yet the filipino is not altogether lazy and unsympathetic. often around his houses you will [301]see a tiny patch of corn or a little garden of green vegetables. he makes a mistake by showing a dislike for the camote, or the native sweet-potato, which abounds there. preferring the unsubstantial rice to this more wholesome product, he leaves the sweet-potato for his chinese and his moro neighbors. on every street the sour-smelling copra (cocoanut meat) can be seen spread out upon a mat to dry. the cattle are fed on the long rice-grass (the palay), or on the unhusked rice (sacate). a primitive trades-unionism exists among the filipinos; every trade, such as the carpenters’ or the musicians’, having its respective maestro, with whom arrangements for the labor and the pay are always made. the native jewelers are very clever, fashioning the silver pesos into ornaments for bolos, hats, or walking-sticks. ironmongeries, though primitive in their equipment, have produced, by dint of skill and patience, work that is very passable. the women weave their own cloth on the native looms, and practice various other industries. the children are well trained in hospitality and public manners, which they learn by rote. [302]
while not original, they are good imitators, and would make excellent clerks, mechanics, carpenters, or draughtsmen. some of their devices rather remind one of a small boy’s remedy for warts or “side-ache.” in order to exterminate the rats they introduce young pythons into the garrets of their houses, where the snake remains until his appetite is satisfied for rodents and his finer tastes developed. usually the filipino does things “wrong side out.” instead of beckoning when he would summon any one, he motions away from himself. instead of making nicknames, such as bob or bill, from the first syllable, he uses the last, abbreviating balendoy to ’doy, diega to a simple ’ga. they are the happiest people in the world, free from all care and trouble. it is among the younger generation that the promise lies. the little ones are bright and gentle and respectful—quite unlike the boisterous denizens of young america. the race is still back in the fourteenth century, but the progress to be made within the next few years will span the chasm at a single bound.
when i return to filipinia, i shall expect to [303]see, instead of the brown nipa shacks, bright-painted american cottages or bungalows among the groves of palm. i shall expect to see the mountain slopes, waving with green hemp-fields, worked by the rejuvenated native. railroads will penetrate into the dark interior, connecting towns and villages now isolated. the country roads will be well graded and macadamized, and bridges will be built across the streams. the cock-fight will have given way to institutions more american, and superstition will have vanished with the medi?valism. the hum of saw-mills will be heard upon the borders of the timber-lands; sugar refineries will be established near the fields of cane; for filipinia is still an undeveloped paradise. the great white tribe has many problems yet to solve; but with the industry that they have shown in other lands, they can improve, not only the material resources, but can stir the filipino from his dream of the dark ages, and point out the way of modern progress and enlightenment.
